"weather" for tomorrow and then "ex-caped" to write to Cousin Carrie (who asks me to stop at
Obercliffe - The dear) and "The
family" and collect things a little to pack! Now it is twelve
o'clock - oh me ! And the fog is close up about the house like a
winding
sheet.
July 31. Friday
I awakened at half-past five to find the beautiful sunlight pouring
in my ocean window and the air is clear and sweet and fresh as I love
it. No more sleep. I got up and sorted a few things to put in my
trunk. Dressed and went on Diana flying up
to "Perkin's Cove" - where I found nothing particularly
picturesque for a photograph, but took what I saw (River Josiah). The
air was cool and delicious - a fresh breeze (wind!) and white caps
on the waves. It was almost head-wind going back, but I did enjoy
the ride and the walk. Stopped at our trysting place where we sit on the
graveyard wall with Mrs. Reading
bright in the morning sun and not ghostly as usual. Then I went down
thro' "town" - up the other "Portsmouth
road" a little way and down to the beach to beyond the
bath houses. Rode up the Huntington hill
and home. Met Wiltsie coming down
stairs with a huge roll of plans. He said he was making his will.
Rode down town again & Capt. Hamilton whom I saw,
thought the breeze pretty strong. We thought not though, and
anticipated our fishing a
"weather" for tomorrow and then "ex-caped" to write to Cousin Carrie (who asks me to stop at
Obercliffe - The dear) and "The
family" and collect things a little to pack! Now it is twelve
o'clock - oh me ! And the fog is close up about the house like a
winding
sheet.
July 31. Friday
I awakened at half-past five to find the beautiful sunlight pouring
in my ocean window and the air is clear and sweet and fresh as I love
it. No more sleep. I got up and sorted a few things to put in my
trunk. Dressed and went on Diana flying up
to "Perkin's Cove" - where I found nothing particularly
picturesque for a photograph, but took what I saw (River Josiah). The
air was cool and delicious - a fresh breeze (wind!) and white caps
on the waves. It was almost head-wind going back, but I did enjoy
the ride and the walk. Stopped at our trysting place where we sit on the
graveyard wall with Mrs. Reading
bright in the morning sun and not ghostly as usual. Then I went down
thro' "town" - up the other "Portsmouth
road" a little way and down to the beach to beyond the
bath houses. Rode up the Huntington hill
and home. Met Wiltsie coming down
stairs with a huge roll of plans. He said he was making his will.
Rode down town again & Capt. Hamilton whom I saw,
thought the breeze pretty strong. We thought not though, and
anticipated our fishing a
"weather" for tomorrow and then "ex-caped" to write to Cousin Carrie (who asks me to stop at
Obercliffe - The dear) and "The
family" and collect things a little to pack! Now it is twelve
o'clock - oh me ! And the fog is close up about the house like a
winding
sheet.
July 31. Friday
I awakened at half-past five to find the beautiful sunlight pouring
in my ocean window and the air is clear and sweet and fresh as I love
it. No more sleep. I got up and sorted a few things to put in my
trunk. Dressed and went on Diana flying up
to "Perkin's Cove" - where I found nothing particularly
picturesque for a photograph, but took what I saw (River Josiah). The
air was cool and delicious - a fresh breeze (wind!) and white caps
on the waves. It was almost head-wind going back, but I did enjoy
the ride and the walk. Stopped at our trysting place where we sit on the
graveyard wall with Mrs. Reading
bright in the morning sun and not ghostly as usual. Then I went down
thro' "town" - up the other "Portsmouth
road" a little way and down to the beach to beyond the
bath houses. Rode up the Huntington hill
and home. Met Wiltsie coming down
stairs with a huge roll of plans. He said he was making his will.
Rode down town again & Capt. Hamilton whom I saw,
thought the breeze pretty strong. We thought not though, and
anticipated our fishing a
